The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

"What? The headquarters has been invaded!"

"Okay, I will arrive as soon as possible after I finish rescuing people."

"Stop pressing me. Do you want me to give up my family and support the headquarters first? How did you say such anti-human words!"

The call ends.

Hu Jiu put the satellite phone back into his pocket.

He was now standing in a remote park.

I heard that this place was a mass grave during the Republic of China and was later converted into a park.

At this moment, a girl who had been tortured to the point of being reduced to a human shape fell to the ground in great pain.

But she gritted her teeth and refused to say a word.

There are a few scattered yellow weeds scattered around, like the mark of death, and each leaf tells a sad past.

Hu Jiu stepped on the girl's twisted arms a few more times, even though her limbs were already as limp as noodles.

The completely shattered bones brought severe pain, but she was still stubbornly staring at Hu Jiu with her empty eyes with only two blood holes left.

Her resentment remained undiminished.

She doesn't regret what she did.

She only hated herself for being too weak.

If it could be a little stronger...

Haha, how could a strong man be inexplicably wronged in the first place!

Fortunately, she had her revenge.

"Do you hate it? Is it painful?" She wanted to ask this, but unfortunately her tongue had already been pulled out.

Not far away, a middle-aged couple lay dying in a pool of blood.

In fact, Hu Jiu grew up in a happy family.

His father is a non-marriage activist.

His mother is also a non-marriage activist.

But they still married and had a child.

Because many years ago, people who were unmarried and infertile would be criticized, poked in the spine, and made all kinds of rumors.

In order to integrate into society, they had to get married and have children and become "normal people".

But this is not their intention.

As a product of being born under semi-coercion, Hu Jiu has a happy life.

His parents asked very little of him—live and be a symbol, spend less money, and stay out of trouble.

Hu Jiu had never experienced anything like being disciplined or scolded.

If he accidentally did something wrong, what would be waiting for him would be a narrow, dark, coffin-like dark room.

People of the older generation loved him even more.

When he was very young, his grandparents often told him to be filial to his second uncle when he grew up and to persuade his father to buy a house for his second uncle;

His grandfather and grandmother often brought him sweets, asked him how much savings the family had, and asked his mother to subsidize his uncle;

Unfortunately, several elderly people went earlier.

My grandparents and second uncle died of gas poisoning. They drank too much that day and somehow failed to tighten the gas valve;

My grandfather, grandmother, and uncle died abroad. My mother booked tickets for them and paid for them to travel to northern Myanmar. They accidentally never came back.

Father and mother have lost their parents. They can only laugh and eat havoc every day, covering up their sorrow with joy.

My father likes to play Super Mario on the Famicom. Even if he has completed it countless times, he is still persistent and will always play it over and over alone in a silent room.

It is said that when he was young, he secretly saved money to buy a game console. Unfortunately, before he could play it, his second uncle wanted to go. His grandparents beat him up and forbade him and his brother from robbing things. After that, he I never touched that game console again, and it became my second uncle’s exclusive toy.

Mother loves money most. She firmly believes that in life, her parents are unreliable, her partner is unreliable, and her children are unreliable. Only the wealth in her hands can give her a sufficient sense of security.

Perhaps this is related to the fact that she was almost arranged in a marriage by her maternal grandparents and sold to a middle-aged old widower with a child for money.

In such a healthy and harmonious family, Hu Jiu successfully integrated the advantages of his parents. He is better than his master, and he can be called a master.

Although they rarely communicate with each other after he becomes an adult, the family affection between them will not diminish in the slightest.

After not seeing each other for a long time, Hu Jiu calmly leaned over and asked, "If you could make a wish, what kind of life would you most like to have?"

Two small whispers were carried to my ears with the breeze.

"Well, you guys really haven't changed your original intentions~"

The supernatural power of the nightmare took away their consciousness.

In the dream space, there are two more beautiful and turbid stars, and the ominous light shines and will never end.

The satellite phone rang again, urging Hu Jiu to go for support.

Of course Hu Jiu agreed immediately, and then slowly collected the body.

In the fable, Bian Que’s eldest brother protected and treated patients before the disease developed. Therefore, only family members knew how powerful he was, and outsiders could not tell that he had medical skills;

Bian Que's second brother treated patients in the early stages of the disease, so only the villagers knew about his reputation and knew that he was a doctor who could treat minor illnesses;

Bian Que himself treated patients when the disease was serious, so his reputation spread throughout the country and he was known as a miracle doctor.

When the situation deteriorates to a certain extent, the person who turns the tide...is the hero~

Just as he was about to stuff the spy into a gold body bag and hammer him into a pulp, a slightly deep male voice came into his ears:

"Can I make a deal with you?"

Hu Jiu only replied with one word: "Get out."

The man with silver hair approached slowly from not far away and said with a smile: "Think about it again. If you miss this deal, you will definitely regret it for the rest of your life."

Hu Jiu looked up at him. Where did the eye-catching bag come from?

With such a hair color that stands out from the crowd, he is definitely the most handsome guy in the crowd.

It's a pity that his appearance is a bit mediocre.

Perhaps Hu Jiu wrote all his complaints on his face, and the white-haired man seemed to see through his thoughts:

"What does your disgusted expression mean? Do you think I'm ugly? How high is your aesthetic standard!"

Hu Jiu ignored him, and a white silk fell from the sky and directly wrapped around his neck.

"Wait, listen to me first!" The white-haired man Erkang shouted.

The white silk tightened instantly.

"Why are you so stubborn?" The white-haired man broke free from the white silk, still smiling.

Hu Jiu finally gave him a straight look.

The white-haired man continued, "If you sell the Voyeur to me, I can offer a suitable price and tell you a big secret."

"I'm not interested, go to hell." As Hu Jiu spoke, a series of supernatural attacks hit him.

"I won't die today." The white-haired man was full of confidence.

However, the next second, his face suddenly changed.

A cold breath brushed over his head, and his scalp was bald.

"You!" The white-haired man gritted his teeth, and new white hair quickly grew on his bald scalp.

"Don't you want to know the origin of evil spirits and supernatural things?"